From His Slave to Luna

They rejected me.
"My mother walked past me like I was nothing. My father said, 'She was once of our pack, but she does not-and will never-belong to us again.' And Luke-my mate-stood beside my sister and let them all pretend I didn't exist."
They gave him to Lilith. My twin. My mirror. And she took everything.
So I ran-into enemy territory, where I expected to die.
Leon, Alpha of the Strongest Pack , should've killed me. Instead, he made me a servant. No name. No title. No wolf. I scrubbed floors and carried trays in a place that didn't care if I lived or vanished.
I told myself it was better that way. Hidden was safer. Then he made me go to the wedding.
Lilith and Leon. My sister. My mate. Draped in silver and smiling like she hadn't stolen everything. I stood among the crowd while they celebrated what was meant to be mine.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
Then my name was called.
Out loud. In front of the entire pack.
"I nominate Isla Quinn!"
I hadn't entered the Luna ceremony. I hadn't planned to stand among noble daughters, all of them trained, chosen, worshipped. I had nothing. No allies. No wolf form. Just a past full of rejection and a body that refused to change.
"They're laughing," someone whispered. "She can't even shift."
But Leon didn't laugh. He watched. Waited. As if he saw something I didn't.
When I told him, "I can't shift. I never have," he said, "Then we figure it out."
I didn't ask to fight.
But I won't be their scapegoat. I won't be their quiet mistake.
I may not have a wolf, but I have teeth. And they're about to remember who I am